Betwixt and Between

Luke 23:50-54
50 Now there was a good and righteous man named Joseph. He was a member of the Jewish high council, 51 but he had not agreed with the decision and actions of the other religious leaders. He was from the town of Arimathea in Judea, and he had been waiting for the Kingdom of God to come. 52 He went to Pilate and asked for Jesus' body. 53 Then he took the body down from the cross and wrapped it in a long linen cloth and laid it in a new tomb that had been carved out of rock. 54 This was done late on Friday afternoon, the day of preparation for the Sabbath. NLT

Jesus died on Friday. Joseph, a dissenting voice among those responsible for Jesus' death, stuck his neck out once again and provided a burial place for Jesus. Then they laid Jesus to rest.

Saturday. Today is Saturday. I'm looking outside and there isn't a cloud in the sky. It's beautiful. Cars are driving by doing whatever people do on Saturday's--probably running to the store for spring clean up projects.

In the larger Easter story Saturday is the "between day"--the day between execution and resurrection. It's the day people walked around in a daze. "What just happened?! We thought He was the 'One'..." Saturday represents moving from shock (Friday) to utter bewilderment.

I find myself bewildered about a lot of things these days. I see people bailing on marriages in record numbers--people who proclaim Jesus as Lord. I see our government stepping in to "save the day" by spending trillions of dollars that don't exist (maybe Jesus can multiply our taxes like he did the loaves and fishes). I am often bewildered by my own wayward heart--an odd mixture of faith and faithlessness. Turns out my greatest bewilderment isn't the world around me as much as it is the world within me.

It's Saturday. What in the world is going on?

The sun will set soon enough on Saturday. Let's see what Sunday has in store...